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Rostosky
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Registered: 04/30/11
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Loc: Lost in cyberspace.in the UK.

went and had a look at the other seven pics beccaBb, and the "damage" is only minor /cosmetic..It looks like the key at far right ( the one that lives next to where you put the ashtray) has been the victim of a couple of ciggies that have dropped out of an ashtray and burned it?

An easy fix, and one you can do yourself very easy and at minimal cost.

Excellent, I bet you are excited. Your tuner should be able to source you a new key top.

If you make a cushion for the bench ( Mrs R did for me) you will be able to pad it to the exact height that is right for you to sit and be comfortable.

Brilliant.

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Ciggy's! Damn why didn't I think of that? (I quit in May...) I actually like all the brusies she has, gives her more character. I did the "heat a pin and put to key" test and it made a hole. Darn it. They are plastic. Oh well.

Hmm a padded bench seat you say? That would mean I could actually drop the height of the bench (I'm like 4 inches away from floor with my feet right now) but still be able to reach the keys... Have any pictures Rossy? Mrs. R. sounds lovely, btw.

Oooh I forgot. I need to tell you guys about my piano mover. I was given the name and number off the kind lady I bought the piano from. I called a few companies but ended up going with the word-of-mouth guy. Now the first phone call I was a bit put off. He rambled on about moving, tuning and refurbishing and I didn't really understand what he was going on about but was able to get a quote from him. I ended up asking him to do it simply because I was too impatient to wait 4 days for a company to get around to it.

So anyways, there was silly amounts of texting and phone calls to get it lined up for all parties involved. I show up at the house with a coffee for the previous piano owner and to meet my movers. Here's this little, hunched up elderly italian guy. I was just shocked. Really? A little hunched up elderly man. Oh my. His helper was the young one.. at around 50 or so! LOL SO I introduce myself and we chat a bit. He was just lovely. This is a man you would gladly pay any amount to. He's just so charming and pleasant to be around. So they measuure and hum and hah. They start pulling apart the paino and getting ramps and stuff ready. I go home at this point. (I couldn't bare to watch him move it.) They had to move it from a tight bedroom, through a corner into a tight hallway, out the door, round another corner, down the deck steps and across 6 feet of pure ice just to get to their moving truck.

So I'm at home just worrying that they are trapped under my 700pound piano or something. About an hour and a half later they show up and have the piano in the house in under 5 mins. We chat a bit afterwards and my main mover asks me how old I thought he was. I said 70 (with amazement.) He smiled said no, i'm 82. 82!!!!!!!!! Can you imagine. I was just amazed. He told me moving piano's keeps him young. It was a pleasure to have him move it for me and amazing. Turns out he was a piano teacher for many years and started moving piano's for his students because there was a real need for it.

He took a few minutes to play my piano. He made my piano sound good and it's drastically out of tune! The entire experience was simply wonderful. I'm glad I met him!

(Yes I have pictures but I didn't ask permission to post them. Sorry guys.)

Rostosky
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Registered: 04/30/11
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Loc: Lost in cyberspace.in the UK.

I have allways believed, and have good evidence to support the notion that what you can do in life primarily is a matter of belief.In the west we are told as we get older.."oh you need to take it easy" OR "your not as young as you used to be" and other related negative comments.when i was younger I had a book "The guiness book of records" In the book was the strongest man in the world... He was the strongest man for a good number of years, and he was a little stick of an Indian man.

He had the belief of strength. If you think you can move a piano, you can, me and mRs R have shifted a few on our own, outof houses, into the back of our old ambulance ( before she sadly went to the graveyard)and out of it and into the home.

If for one minite you think "Its too heavy, I cant manage it" you wont.

The years passing should not affect the way you think about tasks... "I can do it because I have allways done it" , is the way to go.

I started to believe this when I was about sixteen, and saw pictures in a book, similar to these....

First one is an elderly lady, not wanting to be a vegatable in a care home just yet....

And the second is showing just how many BALES of tea can be carried accross the Himalayas, where the air is so thin with altitude that every foot step is an effort to those not used to it. These bales weigh HUndreds of pounds...

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Rise like lions after slumber,in unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dewwhich in sleep has fallen on you. Ye are many,they are few. Shelley

Hey Becca, she looks very similar to my Gilbert (London): same lovely wood tones, same shapes and proportions. Mine doesn't have the swirling metal bits - are those decorative candle holders? I'll post a pic of mine when I can find a working camera...

Hi everyone! I seem to have a cantakerous desktop computer today that is slow. Anyway, not sure how much posting I can do today. This one posting is called "Beautiful." It is performed by India Arie. Enjoy!

Hi Recaredo! I'm glad I saw your post. I was just about to start my piano practice. Things are going well. I'm going back to work tomorrow. I'm just enjoying the last of my extended holiday. Hope you are well.

BTW, are you going to use the colorful badge Mrs. R. made for us? You are a major contributor to the thread. Just sayin!

I'm off to the piano to see how much progress I'm making. I'll be back shortly.

It looks great Recaredo! The Rossy avatar becomes you! I guess I am going to skip doing any further postings today. I am running out of time and my computer is running really slow today. Instead, I'm going to continue piano practice and take short breaks. I have a lot of piano work to get accomplished in 2012! I'll be back shortly.

Hi Rossy! I was just about to turn in for the evening when I decided to check in one last time. Here you are! I'll probably be in the bed by the time you receive this. Alas, my extended holiday has ended. It's midnight here, and I'm back to work tomorrow.

Before I go to sleep I've been meaning to ask you about shopping trolleys. What are they exactly? Are they public transport to get you to the market...or something?? I've never heard of them.

Hi there, mind peeking into Rossy land? I could not resist. It's funny that there are so much differences between English and American English. I got into strange situations over it when I worked in our Brighton office.

My apologies, it's a long story.. It started out when American Airline lost my luggage. I only had what I had on when I was traveling - Jeans and comfy sweat shirt. I was only going to stay in Brighton for 2 weeks, so I decided to tough it out. I wore same clothing every day for about 3 days. People did not appreciate my frugality. Mind you, I washed what I could wash. Anyway, a secretary for a VP told me that Company has money for situations like this so I was given 250 GBP for clothing. She also told me to go to the M&S at Shoreham immediately and gave me a taxi docket for that. It was a fantastic store. Immediately after I set my foot in the store, I noticed a bitching pair of boots for about 200 GBP. The rest is a history. I bought the boots and decided to buy cheap clothing using the rest of the money. After all I have clothing at home. I went to a store called Happit where they keep clothing for old women. I got a couple of tacky nylon browses and 2 pairs of trousers with elastic band instead of tailored fit ones that I normally buy. I went to the office next day in my new clothing and boots. My good friend John noticed my shiny boots and new clothing right away. So, I told them the story. I said, " .... I went to Happit and got myself a pair of old women pants with elastics waist.. (since they are laughing, i added) .. Well, they are not very fashionable but comfy to take a nappy nap in" Everyone was busting out. I did not understand why. John explained to me, pants = knickers (underwear) and Nappy = Diapers in UK. So it was hysterical.. they all pictured me in old women elastic waste underwear, you know, those big mama pants... and having diapers...

Hi Farm Girl! I enjoyed your story, and it certainly was not too long. I was glad to see your post, and I hope you will post again some time. There are so many differences between English and American English. It's tempting to tell a few stories about some of my experiences. However, it will have to wait. I don't have much time for my postings. I have to get ready for work shortly.

Good Morning everyone! Rossy, thanks for the shopping trolley explanation. Yup! We call them shopping carts in America. I don't hate them, however, unless it's hard to separate them from the other shopping carts. So what did a shopping trolley do to you to make you dislike them so?

I better quickly post before I make myself late for work! Let's start with Pink Floyd, "Wish You Were Here."

Rostosky
3000 Post Club Member
Registered: 04/30/11
Posts: 3339
Loc: Lost in cyberspace.in the UK.

When my mam went out, to first canada and then the states in the 1950's , she got a job in the aircraft industry. One morning after a heavy weekend she asked one of the neighbours to make sure she got up in the morning on time.

When she got into work the guys said to her "ah, you got up in time then"

My mam said out loud in a crowded office, "yes one of the neighbours knocked me up"

It went silent. Apparently it does not mean the same as over here.

Up untill victorian times over here there were professional "knockers" who for a small fee , would "knock you up" in a morning.

I believe they had a pole and would tap on your window with it.

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Rise like lions after slumber,in unvanquishable number. Shake your chains to earth like dewwhich in sleep has fallen on you. Ye are many,they are few. Shelley